Some Sort of (bitter) Love

Your sick polluted heartbeat, a Delusion that we shared Like a night that I can hardly Remember, you are there Behind my mind, a vision That perhaps I might have wasted On a sugar-sweet derision That my bitter heart has tasted But I can't seem to prosper From the time that I put into you I can't seem to make it work Despite the hurt that I spend wanting you So tell me if I'm broken by The pain I put before you If I leave it all behind again Will the lies they told me now come true? And what of all your promises? They spread around me, still unspoken Not quite a bloody memory But not quite still unbroken

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